Posted by: thedatinggirl | December 1, 2010

Let the Wild Rumpus Start!

So, I signed back up for Match.com as it’s my “go to” dating site. For the past six years whenever I’m single six months of dating always finds me not single even if I don’t meet the person through the site. It’s kind of strange, but maybe once you open yourself to the possibility of finding someone the universe takes a hint.

Here is what my profile currently says:

I should probably start by saying that I was raised in a military home.

I’m defined by more than my Air Force childhood, but it does make me a little different than your average bear. It simply means for me home is the one you love, deployments are a fact of life and not the end of the world or a relationship, buddy care is a mandatory biannual lecture, and for the right someone I’d move to the ends of the Earth. Even Alaska (if you promised it was temporary or there was a zombie outbreak because well…the new show on AMC is giving me nightmares and I’ve only seen the commercials). A quick wit, sarcastic tongue, and a twisted sense of humor come part and parcel with the ability to unpack boxes efficiently. Oh, and if you’re a military guy reading this: you can’t impress me with your rack of ribbons like all the other girls “just because they’re pretty” as I actually know what most of them are for. If it helps, I can also teach you how to spit shine your boots.

If you are intimidated by a beautiful girl who thinks optimism is a way of life and is intelligent to the point of occasional idiocy; then you are not the one for me. I’m looking for someone who can keep up with me and whose interest in me is worth writing a genuine email over. Anything less will be ignored.

Someone who is equally comfortable dressed up or dressed down would be perfect for me. If you spend more time getting ready than I do then there is a problem.

My hiking ‘boots’ are my second favorite pair of shoes and I’m willing to go camping if you promise 1) you’ll kill the spiders and b) you’ll bring the ingredients for s’mores.

Travel is important to me. (This means you need to have a passport.) After being living in England for about two years, I’ve felt the need to see the world. Just the summer before last I spent two weeks backpacking in Costa Rica with my best friend, but I’d like my next grand trip to be a bit a little less ruckmarch and a little more relaxing. I had no idea three day death marches constituted as fun for the Army. Lesson learned!

This coming summer (after surviving another midwest winter) my plans involve a short stint along the Appalachian Trail and at some point in the near future I have plans to see the Grand Canyon though I could be lured into a spontaneous road trip with the promise of orange soda.

I’m definitely not native to Indiana, just a temporary transplant, and when I’m finished with school…I’ll move. It’s as simple as that.

Above all else, I’m looking for someone strong enough to stand up to me when I’m wrong, stand with me when I’m right, and to just kiss me when I’m being an idiot.

P. S. If you think that a pretty face denotes a lack of depth, then you are not the one for me.

(The End)

Well, what do you think?

Just Keep Swimming,

Little Fish


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